Mirage

Perfection 

tingling sensation of my flesh under the heated luminescent

velvet curtains, engage excitement of entertaining

counting off the seconds remaining

stomach churns as they open, providing cold- sweats

 

make up

covers every inch of my peachy soft skin

Hair slicked back

a costume

I am beautiful, I am not me

 

Tears of joy

Fluttering feet on the cold wooden floor

fears , and who  I am

Scars engrave my heart

Disappear

 

True happiness

Performing for the bruises that stained my body

Performing for those who can relate

Performing takes away my sorrows

I escape the dreadful reality for two minutes

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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